It was a dark misty night. John was laying in bed contemplating his existence; depression had got him down farther than the depths of hell. John pulled out his phone and started searching for remedies on depression, when suddenly he heard a knock on the door *Knock Knock*. Startled, John stood up and peaked through his long matte black curtains and saw somebody in a black coat and hat, standing at his front door. John yelled towards the mysterious figure: "You tryna catch these big ass hands fool?".